There have been times when I've gone weeks, even months, between glimpses at Dave Barry's column. Then I'd rush over one day in a fit of enthusiasm and gorge. I'd recall all the special moments we shared pondering low flow toilets and war with Canada. Ok, I shared them. I don't know that he's aware of my existence. But still.

What I'm trying to say is I took him for granted, and now his column is over. I feel like I should have read him more frequently. I should have laughed more. I think I might have to wear black for a while.

What would a Carmel Sundae be without peanuts?

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Still a newlywed after six years of marriage, I'm also a very full time mother -- with eight kids (after combining households). I'm an aspiring writer who isn't currently very active in working toward a career.